Updated: May 25, 2019
Home ~ That’s where I’m headed. In less than 24 hours I’ll be home.
"Indiana, here I come, right back where I started from!" I’ll get to gently hug my tiny mom and get a bear hug from my dad. My sis and I will share a big fluffy hug (ahem) and I’ll probably have to peel my niece off after awhile. The next day my other sister arrives, and it will start all over again.
The painting above is from my Misty Mystery series. It’s not my home in Indiana, but the scene evokes the feeling I’m having about home.
What do you think this painting portrays? Who do you think the dog is waiting for?
I know how I feel about going home, and I hope my family feels the same way about my visit. It’s a feeling of excitement, and longing, and joy, mixed with the regret that it doesn’t happen more often.
Will I have to wait to hug one of them in heaven after this week? Reality tells me that it’s quite possible. My parents are aging, and so am I. The only thing certain in life is that there are no guarantees except that we will all one day die, and when we do, we’ll leave behind the ones who love us.
They will be the ones in the fog, longing for home.
Because home is where the heart is, and for those secure in the promises of God, home can only be heaven.
I’m feeling like this dog feels, longing for my master.
(Note: My mom is in Heaven now, and that was the last time I saw her.)